Chapter 80: The World Trembles (Requesting Subscriptions!)

A world-shaking battle.

With the departure of the Mingdaoren and the capture of Lu the Monk, everything came to an end.

But the impact did not fade; instead, it intensified, even sparking a storm that swept across all nations of the world.

News of the Liang campaign spread, and the world trembled.

This involved the Grasslands, Dong Qi, and Bei Jin—finally culminating in the appearance of a Heaven-Man.

Any one of these points, once revealed, was enough to cause a sensation.

“Hey, Goten.” Sun Wukong turned his head, returning from his Super Saiyan 3 form, and greeted Sun Goten.

Li Mingqiu’s mood was undoubtedly terrible, but things had been peaceful enough—he had no reason to vent his emotions on others. Yet Li Yanqiu had just bluntly exposed his inner thoughts, striking him right on the spot.

Yet just as her hand touched Song Xiaodong’s forehead, it suddenly softened, gently resting upon it.

It was merely a simple greeting, but the manager and the girl with the oval face immediately changed expression—Chen Zixu loved cars and often came to this shop; whenever a new model arrived, he would come to take a look.

For some tribes’ sages, this sudden battle felt as if an invisible hand were manipulating everything—but they could not explain why they felt this way.

It looked like a snake, but upon closer inspection, Ye Shenyi recognized the creature—it seemed to be a dragon.

For Song Xiaodong, however, his responsibilities were growing ever greater: to strengthen family cohesion, key figures of the Su family were required to come to the Su estate to keep watch during the New Year’s Eve vigil. Over these two days, members of the Su family had been arriving one after another to stay at the estate, and paying respects to Song Xiaodong was naturally unavoidable.

Other families, upon hearing this news, were also deeply intrigued—but such a thing was simply impossible to replicate.

Deng Youwei suddenly laughed, the screen’s glow illuminating his face with evident satisfaction and happiness.

By the way, what you said later was actually quite cool—felt really impressive—but what was that earlier rant about?

Then again, Chen Yi was genuinely afraid: if Ke Xina continued to follow him, she would grow ever more dependent on him, for no matter how dire the circumstances, she would always stay by his side.

The eunuch Zhao glanced at He Shuijing, then nodded slightly, looked once more at the emperor lying on the dragon bed, and left with a faint smile.

“I just feel this neighbor is suspicious, but the team leader refuses to let me investigate!” Xi Yao said indignantly.

Standing at the edge of the dense forest, peering through the leaves at the battle in the sky, Hao Yu felt a flicker of concern in his heart.

Zhao Qiujin knelt below, watching He Shuijing’s unusual demeanor, and a faint sense of unease stirred within her.

“Look at your arm—it’s turning into the Qilin Arm again, aren’t you okay?” Su Yushan blinked, her expression tinged with pity.

Of course, she forgot one thing: if she were to bring out currency from Wang Mang’s era, even the lowest-denomination copper coin would be worth more than anything in her wallet—she forgot that such items appreciate over time.

Guan Jingzhou saw the mud all over her hands and body, and despite his own hands being equally dirty, he burst into laughter, doubling over with mirth.

“How did she make this latch?” Qi Gong stared in awe—he had never seen such meticulous anti-toxin measures.

He handed it to me without hesitation, and I accepted it with joy, gazing intently at him. His face bore a warm smile, his eyes bright and clear, his bearing open and refined. When he reached up to pluck a petal from my hair, I froze for a moment—and suddenly felt not a single cherry tree behind me could compare to him.